But which one's right
Each is a different
Seat in my life
One can trap me
But doesn't attack me
Feels so easy
But it's lacking
Two is normal
Not out of the ordinary
But not contemporary
And all too formal
Three is quiet
Really shy I bet
I won't let myself
Get caught in that net
Four is hard
Not fun at all
Working and coordinating
And never small
Which can I choose
If I want success
Each one seems best
Beats all the rest
But if I sit in seat four
Legs on seat three
Arms on seat two
And seat one is free
Then I think I can live
The best I can be